I Had Seen A Herd Of Elephant

As We Grow Old We Slowly Come To Believe That Everything Will Turn Out Badly For Us, And That Failure Is In The Nature Of Things; But Then We Do Not Much Mind What Happens To Us One Way Or The Other.

Where The Storyteller Is Loyal, Eternally And Unswervingly Loyal To The Story, There, In The End, Silence Will Speak. Where The Story Has Been Betrayed, Silence Is But Emptiness. But We, The Faithful, When We Have Spoken Our Last Word, Will Hear The Voice Of Silence.

The Best Of My Nature Reveals Itself In Play, And Play Is Sacred.

I Think All Sorrows Can Be Borne If You Put Them Into A Story Or Tell A Story About Them.

I Don't Think... One Get A Flash Of Happiness Once, And Never Again; It Is There Deep Within You.